Si El Che Viviera

I am your battalion leader and I speculate with treacherous theses
between drama and chimera.
Conclave of power, I meet with galley bosses.
Oh my love, if Che lived.

If Che lived, he would, he would
be an archetype of that kind,
that feeds the legend.
He would be a colonel or a general
with a speech of strong reprimand.
He would be a paradigm, a shield, a heart.
If Che lived.

If Che lived he would, he would
be a centurion and his centuries
would fight with fury
inside, outside, fury, outside.
I am Sancho Panza. Che is Quijote.
You are the mill, they are politics in brine.
He would be a redeemer and the dismay would be gone.
If Che lived.

I interview my heart
and leave it in lasting shadows.
If Che Guevara lived.

If Che lived, he would, he would
be an ornament without talent,
repressor of feelings.
Some scum that, living off his history,
imobilizes ideas, don't believe it.
He would be, and I wouldn't want to be like him.
If Che lived.

If Che lived he would, he would,
be a messy jumble
that never endorsed what he said.
He would be an orthodox, a dinosaur would die.
He would be a sine qua non condition, don't get lost
and among so much shit outside, not outside anymore
San Ernesto of the Left.

I am your battalion leader
and I get lost in the maps of La Higuera.
If Che Guevara lived.

If Che lived.